All language subtitles for Criminal.Minds.S11E01.2015.Disney+.WEB-DL.1080p.H264.DDP-HDCTV-NHI

Seattle, Washington

Hey, let's go, let's go,
come on, keep up, rook.

Yes, sir.

Pop quiz. What are the three smells

that give away
methamphetamine production?

Uh, ammonia, ether, and...

Poop. Usually human, not always.

And don't spill your coffee

unless you want the roaches
to come out and ask if it's French roast.

He had these fangs. I saw him... I saw...

What about her?

Ah, never take statements
from people speaking in tongues.

Oh, yeah.

Only a strung-out, street-level
crank slinger would do this.

Would he also do that?

Well, that's new.

But given the range of OCD behaviors

of your average
meth addict/manufacturer,

it's not completely crazy either.

There's no visible wounds.

This junkie OD'd on his own supply,
case closed.

No, Detective. This man was murdered.

Who the hell are you?

SSA David Rossi
with the Behavioral Analysis Unit.

I think your captain told you
we'd be coming by.

He might have.

Isn't there supposed to be
a whole team of you?

Yeah, we're a little
short-handed right now.

Oh, who's that?

That's our unknown subject's
first kill from two days ago.

-Same face paint.
-I don't think so.

If that was in my city,
I'd have heard about it.

It didn't happen here.

-It happened in Albany, New York.
-Albany?

So this guy traveled
all the way from Albany to here? Why?

We'll have to answer that question
with our profile.

Profile. Wonderful.

Look, agent.

You telling me
this perp has mommy issues

isn't gonna help me close this thing.

Couldn't agree with you more,

because this guy
doesn't have mommy issues,

and if he did,
he'd probably be killing women.

What else can you tell about him?

What else can we tell about him?

This is his.

You two are together, I take it?

SSA Derek Morgan.

How do you know?
There's needles everywhere.

Miss, would you use this?

No. No, that would blow out
my delicate varicose veins.

Thank you, sweetheart.

This syringe is far too big
to shoot up with.

The UnSub definitely left it behind.

Now, if we're lucky, we might be able
to get some DNA off of it,

but this guy's so good,
I doubt we're gonna get that lucky.

Detective, unless you have
any objection,

we've asked your captain
to transport the corpse

back to our FBI crime lab in Quantico.

Be my guest.

But you haven't told us
how we're gonna catch this guy.

You don't.
He most likely has already left the state.

Then who does?

-Is it the same UnSub?
-Yeah.

Two kills on two coasts
in two days. This guy's on a mission.

He's not gonna rest
until he completes it.

-Then neither will we.
-But we're down two profilers.

Our five brains against his one.
My money's still on us.

Let's get to work.

Hello?

Hello?

It's just me.

I was told to give this to you.

Can I go now?

Please...

Jesus, help me.

"Pleasure in the job
puts perfection in the work."

Aristotle.

We know for a fact

that victim number one
was bound and gagged,

but it doesn't look like number two was.

Windows in both residences
were tampered with,

so he knows how to get in
and out undetected.

Okay, that's impressive
because aluminum foil is super crinkly.

I'm sorry, I'm not a profiler,
I'm doing my best.

No, it's a fair point.

He snuck up on a tweaker

who probably hadn't slept
in a couple of days.

MO said this guy's good at hunting.

-Cause of death?
-Cardiac arrest,

but Dr. Mertz in the crime lab
can't pin down how.

Well, he might hide it
under the face paint.

What we're assuming is ritual
could be a forensic countermeasure.

What do we know about the face paint?

Traditional greasepaint used by clowns,
but applied to resemble a Pulcinella.

Okay, I totally know what that is,

but I'm gonna Google it
in case someone else doesn't.

Sorry. The clown archetype
that we recognize today

actually dates back
to a 16th century stage tradition

called Commedia dell´arte,

where actors wore masks
to resemble their characters.

The Pulcinella
was the trickster character,

usually without a voice.
He used a horn to make funny noises.

Maybe the victims tricked him,

and he's remaking them in death
how he saw them in life.

So this is a vendetta by the UnSub

and not a compulsion.

It's gonna make this guy
really hard to profile.

All right, Dave,
keep working victimology.

Morgan, stay on the MO.
And, Reid, dig deeper into the ritual.

I'll be right back.

Hey. How you feeling?

Good. Good.

He just fell asleep,
and Will's with Henry,

so, I just wanted to reach out.

Well, if I remember correctly, Mom,

you're supposed to sleep
when the baby does.

Right.

Look, it's hard knowing that cases
are still coming in and I'm not there.

Do you want me to come back?

-Do you want to come back?
-Yes.

Just not right now.

Honestly, the jump
from one kid to two is...

JJ, take your time.

We're all doing jobs
we don't normally do, but we'll manage.

You sure you don't need me?

We do need you,
it's just your family needs you more.

Your job will be here
when you're ready.

Thank you.

Sure. And keep sending
the baby pictures, okay?

Well, as Penelope says, already sent.

Bye.

Okay, bubby.

Yes?

Sir, shall I send in the first...

Uh, no, Anderson,
I want to talk to the whole group.

Can I have
everyone's attention, please?

The BAU is working an active case,

so this interview process
may take some time.

Does anyone need to return
to their field office?

No, sir.

Good. Dr. Lewis, we'll start with you.

Absolutely.

This way.

Have a seat, Dr. Lewis.

Thank you. And you can call me Tara.

The only person that calls me Dr. Lewis
is my father,

and that's only when he's bragging
and/or drunk.

So your AD
in the San Francisco field office

says that you're the best field agent
he's ever worked with.

I think forensic psychologists
tend to stand out at the bureau.

Other agents like it when I make sure
the bad guys they've arrested

are actually found competent
to stand trial.

How did you do that with Herzog?

He was a tough nut to crack
in our prison interviews.

But then I thought,
why not take on the affect of his wife?

Facial expressions,
voice patterns, cadence.

Once I did that, he told me
everything I needed to know,

specifically, that he was not crazy.

Well, you're the only applicant

with this much
clinical evaluative experience,

but it's not really relevant
to what we do here.

Look, I get it.
Interviewing a serial killer

from the safety of a prison cell
isn't the same as hunting them, right?

It's just a different skill set.

Well, that's why I'm here, all right?

For 12 years I've studied these men
after they were caught.

Now I want to catch them.

Just tell me what you need in a profiler,
Agent Hotchner.

I need you to wait a few minutes.

-I'll be right back.
-I can wait.

It took me two victims to make sure

I was seeing what I was seeing
and not going crazy.

You found trace elements of a drug
in their blood?

Not a drug, and not trace elements.

A lot of it.

Corn syrup solids, soy fiber,
medium-chain triglycerides.

Is that a nutritional supplement?

The kind you drink.
Only he injects them with it.

Under the face paint, as you thought.

The syringe you found
was his murder weapon.

So once he injects it,
it causes a massive embolism, right?

An agonizing one.
It's like injecting cement.

It could take up to an hour
before they die.

All right, so play this out for me.
Who would drink this stuff?

Senior citizens,
anyone having trouble nutritionally.

Somebody who can't eat solid foods.

Absolutely.

Well,
this doesn't clear up much.

Vic number one was a divorced dad
who got custody of his kids.

And number two
was the local drug supplier.

So if the question is what connects
these two guys,

the answer is nothing.

And we never would have
made the connection

if it weren't for the face paint.

Which begs the question,
why do it at all?

To taunt us, feel superior.

It's obviously a message,
and my assumption is

that it has something
to do with the mouth,

'cause look at this.

The colors of the Pulcinella
are oddly inverted.

Traditionally the character
has a black face but a white jaw.

He's painting it the other way around.

You said that this character
was the precursor to today's clown

because he couldn't speak, right?

Yeah, that's right.

So, he was also the first mime, too.

Very much so.

Which means...

Oh.

Oh.

He has a feeding port in his stomach?

The nutritional supplement
that Dr. Mertz found in both victims

would be ideal
for someone who couldn't eat normally.

So if the UnSub
sustained an injury to the jaw,

it would also suggest
that he's unable to speak.

Hence the Pulcinella mask.
It's his way of communicating.

Okay, so what...
What is he trying to say?

Well, let's work our way back to that
based on what we know.

We know this guy travels
thousands of miles in two days.

So, he probably doesn't sleep.

He's able to sneak
into a suburban house

or a drug den undetected.

He overwhelms his victims silently
and then injects them.

And then as they lay there
dying over the course of an hour,

he simply sits over them

and leaves them
a highly symbolic message,

but it's a precise message.

His victims are seizing up
right in front of him,

but this guy
does not miss a brush stroke.

This is a man who's been around
death before, it doesn't faze him.

Who else would leave
this type of message?

Drug cartels.

Cutting the tongues out of snitches
and the hands off of thieves.

The mafia,
sleeping with the fishes and all that.

He's a contract killer.

Only a hit man would be this good,
but his message, it's not for us.

It's for his customers.

Please, please don't do this.

I don't know...
I don't know what you're talking about.

Why are you doing this to me?

That... That wasn't me.

I would never... I wouldn't do that.

We had a deal. I...
I respected that deal.

You have to believe me.

No.

Charlottesville, Virginia

What have you got, Garcia?

Sir, I am in the middle of my trademark,
top-detail background check

on our dearly departed Brian Taylor.

Thus far, he is spectacularly normal.

No suspicious behavior,
no unsavory vices.

What about financials?

Contract killings usually involve
some sort of unpaid debt.

Yeah, I checked that, too.

Uh, he put $40,000 in an escrow.

Maybe he got killed

trying to be upwardly mobile?

When was the escrow set up?

Two months ago.

Someone in Taylor's life died
exactly two months ago. Who was that?

That would be his father.

And there was some animosity
between them.

Let me check on that.

He was emancipated from his dad.

He claimed sexual abuse.
It was never proven.

Sir, how did you know that?

'Cause 40,000 wouldn't get Taylor
a down payment in this neighborhood,

but it is a competitive rate
for a hit man.

Hold up. Are you saying

that our Brian Taylor's not so normal
because he hired a hit man?

I think all of our victims did.

We need to deliver the profile.

Right, sir.

Uh, to who are we gonna deliver it to?

To the agents who want to join the BAU.

We'll use our short-handedness
to our advantage.

Cool.

The UnSub that we're looking for
is a contract killer

who is doubling back
to kill his former customers.

This man is highly skilled
and well-trained.

Under no circumstances
should he be engaged without backup.

So is this a case of organized crime
tying up loose ends?

Organized crime's got nothing to do
with this,

at least not in the traditional sense.

In 2013, the bureau took down
the Silk Road network.

Our initial assumption was that
it was an encrypted online market

for illegal drugs, which it was,

but upon further inspection,
we were stunned

at the breadth of goods
and services being traded online.

Weapons, child porn, even hit men.

And the payment scheme
was escrow based,

in which the buyer would put down
half as a deposit

and the other half
when the seller delivered.

We've now confirmed
that all three victims

hired the UnSub over the past year
through a similar escrow system.

So why is he killing his old clients?

Hit men don't leave a message
unless you pay them to.

The exception is to leave a warning
for customers or competitors.

This UnSub suffered
some sort of injury to his jaw or voice,

most likely as a result
of something these customers did.

The Pulcinella mask is his statement
on revenge and justice.

Betray the oath between customer
and contractor, and you'll pay the price.

Now, normally a man with this kind
of defect would attract attention.

The fact that he hasn't
indicates that he has deep pockets

and a network of resources
at his disposal.

Share this profile
with your local divisions

and with law enforcement.

Search for escrow payments
to match the UnSub to his clients.

One of those clients
will be his next target.

Thank you.

Hey, Al.

-Yeah?
-I'm heading out.

Hey, whoa, whoa.

You finish that engine transplant
on that jeep?

-I will tomorrow.
-Come on, don't dilly-dally.

That guy calls,
it's your ass I gotta kick.

Wasn't it Bob's ass last week?

Al's garage. I decide whose ass to kick.

- Hey, make sure to lock up!
- Don't be a smart-ass. You lock up.

What was that?

Hello?

Hey, hey, speedy, slow your roll.

I am slow. That is the problem.

Okay, you definitely
don't have to beat me up.

Just use your words and talk to me.

Okay, do you remember 2001?
Not the movie, the year.

Everyone was illegally downloading
free music off of Napster.

I have no idea where this is going,
but sure.

The government shuts it down,

but that doesn't stop
the online sharing world.

It just goes deeper underground.

And you have the same headache
on your hands trying to find this guy.

You understand me. Come here.

I'm following the digital breadcrumbs,

but because the problem
is this Silk Road bust

made online hit men and drug dealers
that much better at hiding.

Okay, take this, for instance.

It's the dummy corporation
the UnSub uses for his escrow,

and he never goes
to the same place twice.

-'Cause we would track it to him.
-Right.

And this is where I go
into the very bad, spinning out place.

What if there's a whole network
of professional killers out there?

Then we'll get 'em.

How?

How are you gonna profile
a bunch of ones and zeroes?

We'll try.

We all have to do jobs
that we don't normally do, right?

Come on, now, Garcia,

what if we look at the paper trail
from the opposite direction?

Walk me through what you speak of.

Okay. Cast a wide net
over the past six months.

Look for anyone
who's ever set up an escrow.

Well, I already did that.
The numbers are astronomical.

Okay, but did you eliminate
the reputable corporations?

The whole point is
it's fly by night, right?

Mm-hmm. And because
of the housing market crash,

there's still a ton out there.

We also have insider trader information.
The UnSub charges 40k a hit.

Oh.

Oh, that brings the numbers way down.
I got 16 across the country.

Okay. The way this operates

is the customer puts half down
when he places the order,

and the other half when the job is done.

Okay. So two payments of 20,000 each.

I don't believe it.
We found our next victim.

See? Who says we can't profile
the ones and zeroes, huh?

And he's in Baltimore.
That's right next door.

And we're gonna get there first.

Nobody does it like you and me,
baby girl. Thank you.

That never gets old.

Gentlemen, Captain Wilson,
Baltimore SWAT.

How do you want to do this, captain?

We'll breach and clear.

When it's locked down,
the site is yours.

Sound good?

-Mm-hmm.
-All right.

Police!

-Don't shoot! Do not shoot!
-Come out with your hands up.

That's gonna be real hard,
real hard. Look!

What's that you got in your hands?

Grenade!

-Drop it!
-Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

-Drop it! Drop it!
-I can't drop it!

-Put your weapons down!
-I can't!

Put your weapons down.

You mean that literally, don't you?
You can't drop it.

Yeah!

-What did he use? What did he use?
-Over there.

It's dried and set
and he glued over the pin.

-Do you have any acetone?
-It's not gonna work.

-It's not gonna work.
-Reid, he's right.

This is industrial acrylic.
It holds car parts together.

Bomb squad's 10 minutes out.

I'm gonna take out my men
and set up a perimeter.

Maybe we can still box this guy in.

We're staying.

All right, we're going
block to block, gentlemen.

You gotta do something, okay?

We will, we will,
but you need to stay still. Stay still.

Yeah. He... He pulled the pin.
I'm holding down this clamp here,

but my hand is cramping, so you...
Just do something, all right?

-Morgan, four cars.
-What about them?

Each car has a battery, right?

Each battery has an electrolyte solution
of 62% water, 38% sulfuric acid.

-But, Reid, that's not gonna work.
-Why not?

Because the acrylic
will still stay bonded to the metal.

Absolutely true, but it will also create
saponification effect on his flesh.

The grenade will literally slide out
of his hand like a wet bar of soap.

Of course, there will be an intense
burning sensation on the skin,

and the smell will be horrendous.

You can't...
You're not burning my hands!

-Stay still!
-Hey, listen, pal.

You got yourself into this mess,

so unless you got a better idea,
just shut up.

I don't understand.
I just need to get through.

What's the situation here?

I'm trying to get home.
I've had a long day.

You check the trunk?

- All right, well, let the lady go home.
- All right, let her through.

Someone's gotta hold the grenade
while this... This thing is... Right?

That's my job.

This is gonna hurt, but you'll survive.

-Is everybody ready?
-Yeah. Just watch your end, kid.

All right, my hand's on the lever.

-All right, I need you to help me pull.
-Yeah.

I've got it.

Here. We safe, Rossi?

Yeah, we're good.

The lever's...

Run!

You guys okay? Anyone hurt?

You okay?

Yeah, he's fine.

So here's what I figured out.
You tell me what I got wrong.

One, you set up an escrow,
and two days later your fiancée died.

Two, the man who killed her
just tried to blow us all up, tonight.

How am I doing so far?

Hey!

I don't take kindly to being blown up.
It actually pisses me off.

If you help me with number two,

I might help you with number one.

-What do you want to know?
-Who is he?

-I don't know.
-Where is he?

I don't know.

-Who else is he going after?
-I don't know.

I'll see you at sentencing.

Hey.

Anonymity was the whole point.

Online names, encrypted emails.

But for some reason
he kept tabs on me.

I didn't say quit talking.

The whole thing started
about a month after... You know.

I noticed the camera on my computer
would turn itself on.

Then I'd get these weird FaceTime calls
with no caller ID.

That's called nerves.

That's what happens
when you kill somebody.

I couldn't take that chance.

So I reached out to another guy,
a friend of mine, to take care of it.

Not quite the same level
of professionalism,

but good enough.

At least I thought.

Let me get this straight.

You put a hit on a hit man.

But you went cheap?

I didn't have a lot of money left over,
you know what I'm saying?

So I pretended to be a new customer,

telling our Internet friend
I needed a job done.

Only it was a setup.

He was never supposed
to see it coming,

much less know who it was.

This setup, where did it happen?

Atlantic City.

Okay, so, a week ago,

this guys stumbles into
the Atlantic City ER,

having been shot in the jaw.

Can't give them his name 'cause of
the whole shot-in-the-hmm thing,

but his fingerprints
lit up the Rome Police database

like a Christmas tree.

Italian. That explains
the Pulcinella influence.

Yeah. They were able to give a name,
Giuseppe Montolo,

but by the time Jersey PD got there,

Montolo had been patched up
and made his escape.

And now he's on
some type of payback gig.

He has no idea
who double-crossed him,

so now he's killing every customer
that he suspects might have done.

I tried to use Al's username
and password to flush out other clients,

but they don't call it
the darknet for nothing.

Then we let it go.
We're not going to catch him that way.

What other way is there?

Montolo changed his MO drastically
with the last victim.

He went from up close and personal
to collateral damage.

Al blows himself up or we kill him.
Either way it's a win-win.

If he made that dramatic a shift,

it was a mistake.
That's how we catch him.

You're... You're leaving?

All right, then let's do this old school.

Morgan, you took Al's confession.

Walk us through it
like you're the UnSub.

I got my victim on the ground,

and I have the syringe in my hand.

I have total control over him.
This is my moment.

I'm gonna make him pay
for what he did.

But Al said he got a text.

I don't like what I see.

Now I have to change my plan.

What was on that text?

Someone tipped him off.

He wouldn't deviate
that much otherwise.

-But that would mean that...
-We have a mole.

There's a lot of new faces around here
who wanna join the BAU.

I don't think it's a federal agent.

I think it's someone
in local law enforcement.

-Based on what?
-The clock.

According to Al, the UnSub left
five minutes before we showed up.

That's a narrow window.

Too narrow for him to wait around
for an embolism,

but he had to figure out a way
to deal with his last victim.

Montolo changed his MO
at the last moment

because he learned about us
at the last moment.

So the last one to hear the cavalry
was coming is the Judas.

That means a local cop.

Or SWAT. You said
Wilson pulled his men off the scene.

He said he wanted to box the UnSub in.

But maybe he really wanted
to ensure he got out.

We profiled that the UnSub
would have support and resources.

An ally in SWAT would give him both.

We go after a captain,
we need more than a profile,

we need proof.

The security perimeter they set up,

they would have recorded
every license plate.

-Garcia?
-Yes, sir.

Okay.

Cross-referencing last name Wilson.

Uh, okay, I got a Ford Taurus.

It is registered to Betty Wilson,

wife of Captain Phil Wilson.

Quite a plan these three have.

All right, let her through.

He waved his own wife
through the checkpoint.

And she secured the hit man's escape.

Montolo has them both working
under duress.

-Wilson has to be a customer.
-Which means he's also a target.

Babe.

You okay?

I think it's gonna be okay.

-I think he's gone.
-What?

Where are we going?

All right, let's get the job done.

Jesus...

FBI!

- No...
- Where's your husband?

-Betty, where's Phil?
-I don't know! He left with...

With the hit man he hired.
We know everything.

No, you don't.

Phil didn't hire him.

I did.

- You ready?
- Almost.

Setting up caller ID spoofing and...

Dialing.

Okay, all you have to say is,
"It's me. Can you talk?"

And I'll take it from there.

It's Betty.

Hey, babe.

It's me. Can you talk?

Yeah.

Not on speaker.

Captain, this is Aaron Hotchner
with the FBI.

We're going to get you out of this.

Just drive normally
and follow my prompts.

Can you talk? "Yes, it's fine",
or "Not right now."

Yeah, it's fine.

Did you enter the address
in the map apps on your phone?

Yeah, I took care of it.

We're getting the address
from your phone, sir.

My team is going to beat you there.

You're gonna drive him straight to us.

No, I... Just let me run this errand
and then I can come home.

Sir, you are the last errand.
He's going to kill you.

I gotta go, baby.

Three years ago,
I had two miscarriages,

back to back, just like that.

My OB prescribed painkillers,
and after a while...

You were taking them
just to feel normal.

My... Dealer

wanted me to do things.

He wouldn't leave me alone.

That's when I read about Silk Road.

I could buy the drugs
anonymously, and...

And more than that.

So you hired Montolo to kill the dealer.

Did Phil know about any of that?

I kept it all a secret,

until he showed up at our door.
Then I didn't have a choice.

When I told Phil...

He said he still loved me.

God, I'm so sorry.

You get all that?

Yeah. Relay that to Morgan and Reid.

As soon as Montolo lands,
he's gonna kill Wilson.

There'll be no time to intercept
or talk him down.

It's a perfect place for a hit.

Almost there.

Hey, hey, calm down.

Oh, dear. Captain Wilson is calling us.

He's calling home, but...
I can try to fake it.

All right, everyone quiet.
Stay off your phones.

No one make a sound.

Lewis, you're up.

Hello?

Hey, babe.

What is it? Is everything okay?

Yeah, I just...

Sorry for snapping at you earlier.

Hotch. He just landed.

Phil?

Just do what you need to do
and get home, okay?

I will.

Sweetie, I can hear it in your voice.
What is it?

Morgan, do you have a shot?

Do you have a visual?

Hotch, this is negative.
Wilson's in the way.

Honey, talk to me, baby.

Tell me where your head is at.

This whole thing,
I never meant for any of this to happen.

I know. I'm so, so sorry about all of it,

but just keep your head down
and we'll get through this.

Okay? Do you hear me, baby?

Just keep your head down.

Go! Go!

Drop the gun, captain.

No.

You're under arrest.

It was all me.

Betty had nothing to do with this.

We already know
it was both of you, Phil.

But you did what you did out of love.

And Betty's only hope for leniency
is if you testify on her behalf.

All right? So don't abandon her.

Not when she needs you the most.

It's Reid.

Reid, what happened?
What happened? What happened?

We got both of them.

Alive.

Yes!

Good work. We'll see you back here.

Look, I just want to say,
even if I don't get the position,

that this was the best job interview ever.

Penelope Garcia.

You're marvelous.

She's marvelous.

Agent Lewis,
I believe I asked you to wait

and that was about 36 hours ago.

It was completely worth it.

Maybe we could have
that sit-down now?

Yes. 2:00 is my jam.

-Sir?
-Yes.

Do I have to organize
the other applicants to follow her?

No, you can tell them
the position's been filled.

"Courage is grace under pressure."

Ernest Hemingway.

Give me a minute, all right?

I know you're awake.

You can't talk and that's fine by me,
because right now I want you to listen.

You made a real big mistake
when you tried to kill me.

Because I'm not about to let you go.

I know there's more of you out there,

but you'd best believe
that me and my team will not rest

until we take every last
one of you sons of bitches down.

And you're gonna help me, Giuseppe,

whether you want to or not.

What, you want to write?

"The Dirty Dozen."

What's this?
This what you call yourselves?

This is who you're gonna kill next.

Hey, what are you doing?
What are you doing?

Hey! What are you... Stop doing that!

I said stop! Stop doing that!

You'll never stop us.

What's going on in here?

Oh, my God, what did you do to him?

I didn't do anything.
He did this to himself!

-He was trying to hurt himself!
-Out! Out!

-I didn't do anything to him!
-Out!